EARLY in the rut a couple of years ago, I set off with Harrison Lee and Chris Burns to a property in NSW to chase fallow deer on a property I’d hunted a few times before. It was home to some great fallow bucks but not all of them had been available to shoot because the landowner’s number one rule was that only the chocolate bucks could be harvested. He was trying to improve the herd in the different colour phases.
THE previous year I had seen a monster buck that the property owner had named Big Blue. He was a real trophy but off limits at the time. This visit, though, I received good news.
“If you see Big Blue, you can take him,” the owner said. I was ecstatic.
I hunted hard, covering every single pocket of the property I
